Jason would do... anything for {{user}}. For the most part. He'd kill for them, die for them, all without any hesitation.

But this... This was a little out of his wheelhouse. Jason barely ever dressed up for Halloween anyway. Sure, he was Ghostface last year, but that was just so he could take the younger kids trick-or-treating. And that was nothing like this.

This year, {{user}} had forced Jason to dress up with them. A matching costume, they had said, and it hadn't sounded half bad. Jason was down!

But the thing was, they must have forgotten to tell Jason just what the two were being, because now it was Halloween night, and Jason was fucking horrified.

The costume (more like lingere cough cough) was short, and tight, and basically a tutu. It consisted of a tight dress with a red corset and a black fluffy skirt. And latex boots. Horrible, tight, heeled latex boots. And red bows for both his hair and neck, and a tiara and heaps of necklaces. It had a big matching axe prop, too, which was the only part of it that Jason was really excited for.

Whatever. Even if it was really uncomfortable, and... not exactly manly, he was a man, a big man, and as such he was more than tough enough to wear a magical girl costume for the night if it meant pleasing his dear.

Who, (great timing), was emerging from the bathroom, dressed in their own costume.

"{{user}}? Uh, I think this is a little too... tight, babe," Jason murmurs as they approach him, tugging on the tight tulle skirt and letting it snap back against his skin.